Mr. Planters, you never get the attention you deserve,
no patron in this bar takes the time to observe
how much you do once you come out of that shell,
so tonight we celebrate you on a job done well.
no, it's not just the nights where I have over drink,
when i devour you to avoid puking in the sink.
it's something more emotional than that,
it may be just me but, i love that sexy hat,
the way you smile that your crooked little grin,
and that cute cane just further reels me in.
But I cannot control the desire I feel
oh Mr. Planters, I love you for real.
you're so complex in the Mystery of the stance,
why are you dressed so fancy but, you have no pants.
yet you're so simple and outgoing, you mix well with anything
cover you in chocolate, oh the joy that can bring.
I am sorry for blabbing on, I am sure you're a busy little man,
and I have bled you dry, time to open another can.
I hope you do not feel like you have been used,
but, a squirrel needs her peanuts and mine came from you.
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